i sit skinless
as the inimical wind
gallops astride
the ignoble
bared bits
clinging
like barnacles
to this shell
i have become
i welcome
the raucous spiderweb
of sublimated torment
for in destroying
the last lumps of myself
lies the hope
of hastening
an economical return
to dust
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
You are as good with expressing your feelings in verse as you are in prose.
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thank you, my friend. I appreciate your kind words.
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It’s my pleasure to read you, Mike.
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